Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crash Course in Science to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.